Perchance that I might learn what pity is, That I might laugh at erring men no more.
No thought is born in me that does not bear the image of death.
Good painting is the kind that looks like sculpture.
I cannot live under pressures from patrons, let alone paint.
The greatest artist has no conception which a single block of white marble does not potentially contain within its mass, but only a hand obedient to the mind can penetrate to this image.
Perfection is no small thing, but it is made up of small things.